Haha I remember kids bringing all these really imimpressively built papermache structures and advanced science projects. COME ON IVY, You should know how aggressive parents can be!!
Oh, I totally know! In OM it's very firmly stressed that the kids should be guiding the process and the parent coaches should be there to facilitate only (e.g. show them how to use any tools necessary to build the sets, etc.). And my kid's team had a lot of fun, and they came in second in the "solve a problem creatively off the top of your head" portion of the competition that parents couldn't help with.
My other kid, my son, in Kindergarten, was supposed to do a project on an animal. There wasn't any requirement for parents to butt out of this one but we still wanted it to be his work. So he picked out pictures of kangaroos from the internet, I helped him put them together in Paint, and he dictated the captions to me ("baby kangaroos ride around in their mom's pockets with their heads sticking out" was one of the pages- not exactly ground-breaking scientific material). The fanciest aspect was that he laminated the pages in his laminating machine that he has asked for for Christmas. Another kid came in with a life-sized baby rhino made of paper mache and a booklet of maps and tables about where they live, what they eat, the scientific name, etc. Incidentally this kid's mom also cried when her daughter came in second in the spelling bee.
Why did it have to be scallops? (Mmmmmm...scallops.) I really wish I'd appreciated the complete gastronomical freedom I had before developing a food allergy. Now that I'm allergic to shellfish, eating at restaurants (especially in Asia) is going to be tricky because of cross-contamination and hidden ingredients. Then again, I'm sure there other food allergies that are much harder to deal with, so I shouldn't complain too much.
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.” - Hermann Hesse
I earn my money as a help and I have this customer who is an old lady. Every time I visit this old lady customer, she thinks it was necessary to make remarks to me, which I thought were pretty hurtful. Most of the time she makes remarks about my body shape, my weight, my age and my skin tone, but she also makes remarks on how my cheeks aren't rosy enough, how my hair is too long, how my voice annoys her, how I look sick, how I hum 'uh-um' too often and so forth. I guess you could say that this lady is a terrible bitch.
A few weeks ago I had to iron her laundry for her while she was away. The only place where I could put the ironing board was right next to a chair and the old lady had put some trousers over this chair. I knew I wasn't meant to iron these black synthetic trousers, but I was too lazy to place these trousers somewhere else. So I started ironing and this old lady always insisted I'd use the hottest setting for everything. Luckily she only put out some towels and some bedding to iron, which could handle this setting. So I started ironing, nothing special.
This old lady's iron was the kind that blew off lots and lots of steam at completely random times. I figured it wasn't a problem, it hadn't been at other times, so why would it be now? I almost finished ironing and I thought I didn't iron one of the sheets good enough. The iron, that was placed on this kind of screen that was hanging approximately 10 cm above the trousers on the chair, had been blowing off steam again. No problem, I thought. I took the sheet, I re-ironed it and all of the sudden there was a long, black streak on it. That was weird.
I managed to scratch the black streak off the sheet right away. I didn't know what was going on, so I looked at the iron and I saw some black stains on it as well. It was impossible that I had burned the sheet and it was impossible that the iron had gotten dirty all of the sudden. Then I noticed these black drops going down the chair and I realized the steam from the iron melted a hole (about 1 by 1 cm) in the trousers on the chair. I never thought that the melted fabric would evaporate and even leave stains on the iron, which was so far above the trousers.
Eventually I managed to erase all the traces of me accidentally burning a whole in this old lady's trousers. The black streak on the sheets were gone in a minute, I cleaned the chair and I spent some time to remove all of the fabric out of the holes in the iron. I placed the trousers, folded in a slightly different way, on the chair next to the chair it was originally placed on. The old lady never found out about this accident. I didn't feel bad about it and I still don't, because I thought the bitch deserved it for humiliating me all the time.
This accident was so fulfilling I started craving more revenge. Today I had to go to the grocery store for this old lady and I caught myself trying to buy the worst varieties of everything she put on the grocery list. I also caught myself getting frustrated when I didn't find bad quality this or past the expiration date that. I don't think that's a good thing, so I sent my boss an e-mail about how this old lady makes hurtful remarks all the time and how I have a hard time controlling my feelings. Hopefully I won't have to work at her place anymore in the future.